Chapter 57 Yanya

Su Manshu and Huang Kan lived together with Zhang Taiyan in Shinkomachi, Tokyo.Manshu likes Byron's poems, he recites them from time to time, crying for long songs, and Lin Yue vibrates.Manshu narrated the meaning of Byron's poems, written by Huang Kan and polished by Zhang Taiyan, and translated them into "Praise the Sea", "Going to the Country", "Sorrow for Greece", etc. The translations are wonderful, similar to Han Yuefu and Wei Jin ancient poems. Japanese monk Feixi recorded in "Chaoyin Postscript": "(Manshu) returned to the east with his wife and lived in Zuzi Yingshan. When walking around, he only liked to roar in the mountains and forests. For a time, the moon shone on the snow, and he went boating on Zhongzenji Lake. Song Byron's "Sorrow for Greece". The song is already crying, and the song is repeated after crying. The anti-acoustic sound corresponds to the lake water. The boatman is in a state of panic, and suspects that it is caused by mental illness."

Chen Qubing recalled: "In the first year of the Republic of China...My younger brother and Chanhui visited Qiuzhi together. It was still early in the morning when there was a sudden knock on the door. He ordered his servant to watch him, and then Manshu came with Puquan. So we met You Fan Every four days, when there is sunshine, rain, and snow, every time Puquan takes pleasure in it, it is said that the music is full of the beauty of the West Lake." Su Man is very good at writing extremely fine and small characters, she is quite bookish, and also has some feminine characteristics.When I was writing a letter, I filled the edge of the note with small words smaller than ants.His letters are as chic as the people of the Six Dynasties, as he wrote to his friends by the West Lake: "At this time, the lake is full of mist and rain, and I am thinking about my step."

Huang Asheng recalled Su Manshu: "The teacher treats people with humility and kindness, and there is no distinction between high and low, so I am happy to talk with the teacher. In the corner of the hotel building, I am tired of talking. Sometimes I don’t say a word all day long. Or I lie up at night and sneak out from the house. , wandering around the lakeside, whistling at Dadan." Zhang Zhuoshen records: "Recalling from the autumn of Wushen, I lived with you in Koishichuan Zhiduo Temple in Tokyo... Occasionally, it was cold and windy, rainy and snowy on the way, and everyone surrounded the stove to keep warm. Manshu walked alone, traveling in the mountains and wilderness ;Returning is to comprehend, if you get something from fist and fist, you can paint with wet brush. His paintings are beautiful in mountains and rivers, transcending the independence of the world. However, he doesn’t do much, and he writes when he is excited. It is commensurate with his poems and is enough to see Mind, and pass on immortality."

Ping Zhichu recalled: "Catching Guichou (1913)... In July and August, I lived together in the classroom of Baiyun Nunnery on the West Lake in Hangzhou. I met the bed and talked about Sangma. It is because I have the closest traces of Manshu and the most nostalgic nostalgia. For a long time. When I was bored living in Shanghai, I often went to Chuxie and Qinlou for entertainment. My fellow travelers were people from Duben Nanshe and well-known people in the country. Every time the sun went down, I played drums to stimulate flowers. The general idea of ​​drunken Hu returning... When he was in Baiyun Nunnery, (Su Manshu) got up very early in the morning. He either went boating in the lake, or stepped into the mountains and forests, with six bridges and three bamboos, and friends like clouds. There were several big sycamore trees outside the door, I often carve poems on it with a knife to record my travels. Every word: 'Such a beautiful lake and mountain will be buried here in the future.'”

Xu Xiaotian recalled the scene of traveling with Su Manshu and Ping Zhichu by the West Lake: the long summer, the hot summer, scared Manshu to hide at the head of Baiyun Tower all day, not daring to go downstairs.But every time the setting sun hangs on the treetops, the poet would jump straight up from the bed and say, "Go! Go!" Crossing across from Baiyun Nunnery is the Huchun Building. The head of the building is where we eat every night. When seated, the first sentence is: "Here is a plate of raw fried chicken!" A large plate of raw fried chicken is hot in front of us, and the three of us eat all six chopsticks in silence.Look at our poet: he has a pointed forehead, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, piercing eyes, and thick lips. He was too lazy to speak at first, but now he is even more reluctant to speak.But the more he doesn't speak, the more he feels that there is an infinite amount of poetry on his face.Climbing upstairs every day, eating chicken every day, feels poetic every day.

The three of them traveled to the West Lake together. Facing the scenery of the lake and the mountains, Su Manshu was very interested, and made a puzzle: "I think back then, when the green temples were whirling, and I returned to my master, there was less green and more yellow. How much torture I have suffered! How much trouble I have gone through! Don't mention it, mention it, tears will be shed!" Xu Xiaotian and Ping Zhichu couldn't figure it out, and it turned out that the answer was pennies, and they all praised it well.